And she did it. She used her full dancer’s abilities to do it. Slowly, shedding the dress and the underwear for him to see it all.

His breathing changed. It always amazed her the way his eyes changed the moment he got horny. Yes she had seen it in other man but not like that. Guys have no idea how much those eyes reveal… she wondered if her face gave her away like that.

He moved then. Got up.

“Where is the gift?”

She took the box and opened it.

“Choose two of them please, which one do you like best with this shirt?” He asked showing the shirt to her.

She chose two and from them chose the best with the shirt. Although she was dying to understand what was that all about she didn’t utter a word. Just doing what he asked.

He took the two ties and said thanks, put them on the bed then he moved to her and started the kissing, the biting and the licking.

Licking he brought her to the bed and did a thorough job.

It seemed he wanted to cover every inch of her skin, with his touchers, and kisses and tongue.

She lost complete control of herself, she forgot where she was, who she was, even what she was, all she wanted was him to launch into his best moves. But he didn’t, he didn’t even penetrate her with his fingers, the most he used was his tongue.

She was panting in sweet despair when he reached for the ties on the bed. He used one on her waist tying it with a clean knot, firm but not tight. Then he took the other one, the one she chose to go with his shirt, and passed it between her legs tying one end of it to the tie on her waist and the other end on her back. It was like a sumo wrestler bottom.

“Now we dance” he said.

“Dance? Are you kidding me?” She thought feeling very strange.

But dance they did. Moving with the ties on her was strange, exciting, she could feel it going almost inside her like a g-string, especially when he dipped or bended her.

He was a wicked and skilled dancer. He used all the movements to run his hands over her, biting her neck, kissing her hands, touching her breasts, doing everything guys learn how not to do when they are learning to dance. The same things they sure imagine when they are dancing but cannot act on it on the dance floor.

He would rub her against his pants so she could feel him.

She felt she was leaking on the tie, she was wet, very wet. The tie was uncomfortable almost painful… but good. In ways she couldn’t explain or even admit to herself.

He was the one man that saw right through her proper exterior. He found the depraved woman that made residence deep inside of her.

The one that liked ties and just the right light amount of roughness. She discovered through him that she liked gentle swearing, that she liked sex in ways proper ladies should not like. But what was it the guys liked: a lady in the table a whore in the bed.

Yes, that was exactly what was happening to her, she was discovering the whore all right. And every time she looked at his eyes her wildest nature came to play.

They danced and danced and the whole room was smelling arousal. She didn’t know where the time flew to but soon was time to get ready for the next flight. He took the ties from her and they took a bath. A full hands -on bath but with no relieve for any of them, he had a full intent of driving her mad, that could only be it. When she was getting dressed she couldn’t find her underwear and saw in his cheeky smile he knew where it was.

He just showed it was in his pockets.

“You are going naked under the dress and I … I am using that tie you chose for me”.

She was a very undies woman. In all her life she never walked around a public place without underwear. Never, ever. True she slept with just a light night dress and no underwear, but that was at her house, alone. Not in an airplane.

And what about the tie??? The tie was smelling like pussy and she could feel it from far!!! How could he survive that?

“This is going to be the longest trip of my life, your smell is going to maintain my cock hard all the way there”

And it was. The hardest trip of his life, the strangest flight of hers.

She never felt that self conscious, she felt like it was written in her forehead: I’m not wearing any underwear!

She was neurotic with any air flow, thinking that any windy movement was going to expose her to everyone and really expose her as she used Brazilian waxing.

 

This is where I woke up…

 

Then I started day dreaming and the ideas were not less naughty than before…

 

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